Most miserable nights I can remember was on a DIY Manitoba moose hunt up the Bloodvein river by canoe, late September of 1973. Nice fall weather when we headed out but turned bitter cold the second day out. I had packed light, including my sleeping bag, and wore everything I had that was dry to sleep in but still shivered all night for the remainder of that trip. I still remember the pleasure of getting up in the mornings and trying to get dressed in outer clothing frozen stiff as a board. Oh yeah, we never saw a Moose
